Tenacious, not invincible, but fucking livid. He'd blocked the gunshots, but Hellstorm staggered forward, trident clutched for support as an energy blast hit him from behind. A growl rumbled in his chest as he straightened up and twirled his staff, thrusting its teeth into the earth, pumping ground-shattering energy beneath their feet. Fire filled the snake-like fissures as agents shuffled to get back to their feet and out of the way of the white-hot flames whipping at them from the cracks. The Prince of Hell went back after the Director and snatched him up with the hands of the hellish energy flowing from his trident, snarling into the face of the insolent fuck surely responsible for this unacceptable summoning. This pirate-looking shit had hell to pay, and Hellstorm roughly announced as much before blasting him with a ball of fire.